You and Micah had been having back and forth flirtatious banter all night. It had all piled up into a significant amount of tension as you two sat on your couch. The lights in your living room were dimmed, setting an even better mood as your knees brushed against each other. Micah’s eyes dipped down to your lips then back to your eyes as he tilted his head.

“If you wanna make out with me that bad just do it already.” You teased.

That seemed to catch Micah completely off guard as his golden eyes widened. He blinked at you for a moment before he scoffed.

“Yeah?” He asks lowly, leaning in closer. He brings a hand up to your cheek, cupping it. Even though he’s being bold, his hand is slightly trembling.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks lowly.